The bag made from the ribs

We are here to talk about silence,
Until we discover it in the leather cups.
We are here to look deep,
Look deep into the bag made from the ribs.
Eventually you will discover why we are here.
Give it a chance and look,
There is an eternal beginning in there,
Right into your own bag made from the ribs.
There, right there is what you are.
It is hidden by words and feelings, by desires and fears.
But it is there, right there into the bag made from the ribs.
Right there is the silence,
The mother and father of all that there is.